Monday





This post is in memory of the solid week of white bloom we had before the weekend's spring blizzard felled them where they bloomed. After two feet of snow and temps near zero, all this finery is now just a memory - the white blossoms that tossed and billowed in the warm breeze just a few days ago turned to yellow parchment bundles, the pink ones burnt black with frost. Nevertheless, I have to concede that our white bloom this year was longer than I've seen since we've lived in Denver. Most years, the white trees, which always bloom first - just a little too early for Colorado spring - usually manage only a day of tentative bloom before being snowed into oblivion. March is typically the heaviest snow month here in our fair state. So on balance, we were lucky...and fortunately, I took my opportunity and took about a zillion photos while the trees were in bloom.

8 comments:

Red Sand said...

Beautiful. Thank you. We've got the blizzard now, so I'm hanging on to symbols of hope.

Yoli said...

It is spring's canopy of snow.

sølvi said...

You now I've been out two times the last couple of weeks searching for the first signs of spring with my camera, and I have found non.....just snow, snow and more snow. Your pictures take my breath away and makes me long even more for spring.

Maggie May said...

One of my favorite things to look at, ever.

STYLE NOMAD: said...

;) lovely! i had a dream of pink blossoms falling all around. these are beautiful....

Gillian said...

We are so glad you did! What a gorgeous crop of photos. Too bad the snow got them. :(
You've saved them forever now though.
xo

Tina said...

These are gorgeous!!!

FDChief said...

We're starting to bloom out, too, and the streets are brightening white and pink.

I always get wistful in March. Every bloom reminds me of little Bryn.

I love the blooming. But it has never been the same since that spring. And never will again.